Dean's mouth felt like pure sin, drawing Morgan into a seemingly neverending headspin. His fingers curled through Dean's hair, once both of the shirts were off, tugging gently with the ebb of each kiss.
"That you find me attractive, maybe," he smirked, pulling open the tricky clasp to his belt and working his jeans open.
"The way it feels is pure talent."
Morgan pushed Dean's pants down over hips that ought to be illegal, and sank to his knees at the same time the fabric hit the floor. The boy was already hard, and Morgan worked fast, licking a stripe up the length of his cock.